A few days ago I started to experience more pain than usual (A lot more) and noticed a marked increase in the amount of blood I was passing from my little, well worn poopy shoot. I left it for a couple of days until it got the better of me and I visited my GP to get things checked out.
I was still waiting for the biopsy report from a recent colonoscopy and the doctor was reluctant to offer any real advice, medication or help for fear of interfering with the consultant’s pending treatments. Instead she wrote a letter and handed it to me and told me to get to the emergency medical unit at the hospital.
Panic set in! I went home to gather a few things together after she informed me that the hospital may want to keep me in overnight. A quick call to a friend and I had a lift up to the hospital where I made my way to the EMU, full of anxiety.
I reported to the nurse on reception and was immediately whisked off to have my vitals monitored and for some more blood to be sucked out of my pin cushion arm. After that I was returned to a waiting room and sat there chatting with my friend wondering exactly what I was waiting for!
A nurse came and collected me and lead me through to a ward where I was sat down next to a bed and had to answer about five A4 sheets of interrogation. OK, said the nurse, I’ll be back in a moment. She disappeared, never to be seen again, but another nurse came and confirmed that I would be stopping in hospital for the night.
My friend left and I climbed on to the bed waiting to hear more about my situation. Eventually a nurse informed me that I would spend the night in the EMU ward and I would be moved to another ward in the morning where my consultant would come and see me, she gave me some pain killers and left. OK, I thought, guess I’d better try to get some sleep then, not really expecting to be able to nod off at all! Surprisingly I did (Eventually) I was so exhausted and felt so washed out.
Around 1.30am a couple of nurses woke me to tell me they were moving me to another ward, right now! What? Has something happened to me while I was nodding? I was wheeled away to the Murphy Ward, had my vitals monitored again (seems to happen every two hours) and left to do my own thing.
So, there I was, alone and quite frankly, scared as hell. I was labelled as ‘Nil By Mouth’ so unfounded thoughts of impending surgery filled my confused mind and added knots to my already painful guts! More vital signs checks followed and eventually, after everyone else had eaten breakfast, I got to learn more from one of the nurses on duty.
I was now waiting to see a gastroenterologist, the consultant, a doctor from the colonoscopy team and meet my IBD nurse, sounds like a busy day I thought 🙂 Along came my first visitor, one of the colonoscopy team, present during my last deep, anal probing. She explained that the colonoscopy was cut short because they had a real concern that they could potentially puncture my bowel due to the severe inflammation up there. A repeat procedure would be arranged after a spell on anti-inflammatories. Great, bring on the Moviprep!
My second visitor, the gastroenterologist, really just came to ask me a few questions about my bowel habits and the effects they were having on my daily life, sort of just getting to know me and the state of my IBD a little before making me an appointment to see her early in the new year.
It was beginning to feel like a scene from ‘A Christmas Carol’ as I waited for my third visitor to appear, me laid in that bed playing the part of Ebineezer Scrooge, being visited by the ghosts of IBD past, IBD present and IBD future 🙂
Next up was my IBD nurse, what a wonderful woman. She had a real angle on how a person might be feeling, not just from the IBD itself, but personal feelings, fears and state of mind. She calmly explained where I’m at, where I’m going and what the longer journey may entail. No sugar coating, (she showed me some lovely snaps of my inner giblets) but not exacerbating any anxiety, doubts or fears I had either. Absolutely brilliant!
I was in there for two days being checked over and stabbed with various sized needles in various places, even took a couple of shots to the belly! Thanks for those NHS! Apparently they were to help avoid DVT while I was in there 😦
On the Thursday I was due to be discharged but almost had to stay in another night because my heart rate had dropped to 41 BPM! Strange to think after all the stress and pain over the last two days that my heart could be so chilled out by it all 🙂
That’s it for now, before I ramble on too much in one post and you fall asleep reading! Next post I’ll talk about the new medications and future appointments……….
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